Since they couldn't break in, then let the outside come out.
The same road. If they were surrounded and couldn't enter, why not let the people inside come out instead?
Ye Feng and Bibi Dong looked at each other. A silent understanding flashed between them.
"But how will the Silver Dragon King come out?"
Bibi Dong frowned, falling into deep thought.
With Bibi Dong's defenses around the Star Dou Great Forest, it was impossible for Tang San to get in. Even if he somehow did, Ye Feng and the others would know immediately—and they would never allow Tang San to become the Dragon God.
If the Silver Dragon King was needed to complete Tang San's transformation into the new Dragon God, then she had to leave the Star Dou Great Forest.
So... how would she do it?
"Disguise," Ye Feng said calmly. "Tang San has mastered the art of disguise."
"That's impossible," Bibi Dong immediately refuted. "Even if Tang San did master the art of disguise, he wouldn't have passed it on to the Silver Dragon King. There's no way she could just walk out of the Star Dou Great Forest—unless Tang San already anticipated this outcome from the very beginning. And that's just absurd."
"Why not?" Ye Feng asked.
"If Tang San is really that far-sighted… then he's even more terrifying than the Grandmaster," Bibi Dong muttered, eyes narrowing. Despite her instinctual distrust, she couldn't completely deny the possibility.
"Dong'er, we're in a position of power," Ye Feng said seriously. "We must consider the consequences of every possibility, no matter how unlikely. Issue an order—besides strictly verifying the identities of spirit masters entering the Star Dou Great Forest, we must also inspect those leaving it. The most reliable way to verify identity is through their martial spirit."
"I understand. I'll give the order immediately."
Bibi Dong turned and hurried out of the hall.
Ye Feng nodded, watching her leave. He could only hope they weren't too late.
…
A week later, all the cats and dogs in Spirit City suddenly began to bark wildly in the same direction. After ten seconds of madness, they all fell to the ground, crawling submissively.
"The aura of a god," Ye Feng said solemnly. "What was destined to come… has arrived."
"Feng, it's my fault."
Bibi Dong knelt on one knee before Ye Feng, her head bowed. "I only verified those entering the Star Dou Great Forest, not those leaving. It's my mistake that Tang San was able to become the Dragon God. I accept whatever punishment you give me."
Ye Feng stepped forward and helped her up, his tone gentle. "Even the wise make mistakes. This wasn't your fault, Dong'er. Tang San is simply too cunning—he predicted this before we even acted."
"What should we do now? Should we launch a direct assault? With our forces, are we really afraid of a newly ascended Dragon God?"
Bibi Dong's voice carried fury.
But Ye Feng shook his head. "Tang San isn't the type to face us head-on. He only chooses battle when he's sure of victory. The Clear Sky Sect and its remnants have already been destroyed. The entire continent is under our rule. He has no allies left here—only the spirit beasts of the Star Dou Great Forest."
"So what will he do next?" Bibi Dong asked.
"He'll ascend to the God Realm."
"The God Realm?"
"Yes. There's no chance for him to turn the tide here. Only by going to the God Realm can he find new hope—and possibly, a way to fight us."
Ye Feng's voice remained calm, though the fire in his eyes told a different story. He possessed a system that refused to accept defeat. Even if Tang San reached the God Realm, even if he controlled the God Realm Committee—Ye Feng still didn't believe Tang San could win.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the skies.
"Ye Feng!"
Ye Feng's divine sense immediately picked up the source. High above, in the distant sky, Tang San was rising slowly within a radiant pillar of light.
"This isn't the end between us," Tang San's voice rang clear. "This is just the beginning. You'll come to the God Realm eventually… and I'll be waiting."
"Fine. You wait," Ye Feng replied.
"I will," Tang San said confidently, his figure vanishing into the divine radiance.
Just as Ye Feng predicted, Tang San had chosen to ascend—because only in the divine realm did he still have a chance.
Among the gods remaining in the mortal world, there was Ye Feng, the Creator God—holder of the highest authority. Then came the first-grade gods: Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, Wind God Zhu Zhuqing, Water God Shui Yue'er, Poison God Dugu Yan, and Sword God Chen Xin.
Second-grade gods included the Nine-Colored Goddess Ye Lingling, Spirit Treasure Goddess Ning Rongrong, Plague God Dugu Bo, and the Ghost-Spirit God.
All of them could only watch as Tang San ascended.
Over the years, Zhu Zhuqing, Shui Yue'er, Ye Lingling, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Dugu Bo, Chen Xin, and Guimei had all passed their Divine Nine Trials.
Unlike the original timeline, the Nine-Colored Goddess chose Ye Lingling—a healing-type spirit master like herself—as her successor.
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong, with her Nine-Treasure Glazed Tower, which could locate treasures and served as a tool spirit, was chosen by the Spirit Treasure Goddess. It was a better fit than the Nine-Colored inheritance.
"Feng, when are we ascending to the divine realm?"
Bibi Dong's voice was serious.
After becoming a god, a spirit master could only remain in the lower world for a hundred years before they were required to ascend. She hadn't been anxious before—but now, Tang San's ascension had changed everything.
"Wait," Ye Feng replied.
"Still waiting?" Bibi Dong frowned.
"Yes."
Ye Feng looked at those around them—Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Xiao Wu, Qian Renxue, Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Gu Rong, and the others.
"We'll wait until everyone becomes a god. Then, we ascend together. I've heard that one year in the mortal world is just one day in the God Realm. Even if we spend a hundred years here, it'll only be a hundred days up there. I don't believe Tang San can stir up a storm in just a hundred days."
Bibi Dong frowned deeper as she listened. Though Ye Feng's logic was sound, she still felt uneasy. Her eyes drifted toward Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Xiao Wu, and the others—and her gaze turned resolute.
Buzz—
Suddenly, the Rakshasa God's symbol on Bibi Dong's forehead flared with dark purple light. A pillar of purple-black divine radiance engulfed her body.
Ascension.
That single word echoed in Ye Feng's mind.
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